"Lord Of Weird" lyrics - TECH N9NE

When I first started out
Thought to myself, "Spread your heart about"
Never thought that people look at my art and doubt
Wanna bar this mouth, then they darted out
Then the same energy let it charted out (Chyeah)
King James, that show you things changed
To the Queen Weymon with King Waynes from Ving Rhames
The scene came from extreme brains to teen lames
Get your green, mane, while I fling Strange in a bling lane (Chyeah)
So I go dye my hair rojo
Way back in '99, homies who saw me call me homo
But then the rumors started that I worship Jesus logo
Flippin' it upside down but no-no, so many fear this wicked bozo
But now it's accepted like they finally infected
With the formidable Tech shit, like it's normal to go mesh with
The darkness (Chyeah)
I was on a mission blacks feared
20 years ago, but now they love it
Isn't that weird?

[Chorus:]
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it

I'm the nigga that started this
But I didn't switch my hips like a bitch and dress like Spartacus
My art is sick, bombarded with retarded quick
Nice flows for the psychos
They don't like those with the tight clothes
What they want is Tecca N9na when the light goes
Way low, the K.O.D. shit
Fatally spray on these hits
Place go like Dave-o, Waco
When I ain't flow, he pray on these tricks
I'm the nigga with the spiked hair
Painted face with the robe, might scare
Many people think 'cause I was quite rare
But tonight, there for the nightmare

[Bridge:]
Oh, this is not, lost what I seek (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
Oh, this cigar up my sleeve (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They're not any trouble to the L.O.W
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They're not any trouble to the L.O.W

[Chorus:]
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it